Savior

Conan rushed towards Arm as he pushed the lady to the floor, pulling him back from her.

He stepped on the cigarette, putting it out.

He was not aware of what was going on but He was certain He had no time for it.

He hated being at Club Sienna, the establishment gave him millions monthly but still, it wasn't one he was proud of or liked to be associated with and it brought back dark memories.

But since Gun and Arm are colossal assholes, they decided they wanted the meeting here and nowhere else, so he'd left work and came to the club directly.

"She's a part of them, I told you they'd take the bait and come for the coordinates and this bitch just tried to steal my lighter" He seethed, advancing towards the cowering woman on the floor, her shoulders and arms were shaking, Conan guessed she was crying.

"You have to chill out, I'll handle this, Gun take him out of here" I ordered, Gun's eyes flashed in understanding as he nodded in response.

Arm would lose his shit and hurt the lady